The Pine Tree State

On Thursday evening, AJ and I drove up to Maine. We didn't get there until 2:30 in the morning, but it was well worth the long drive. We chatted with Woody and Audrey (our hosts) for a few hours, and finally fell asleep as dawn began to break.


We spent all of Friday on Peabody Pond, except for a sandwich break. Several hours on a canoe will leave you with some serious sea legs, FYI. We fished and drank and drank and fished. The boys caught big monster bass, the girls hooked monsters that broke lines. Everyone caught something, though, so no complaints.


After the (gorgeous) sunset, we paddled around by moonlight before finally heading back to land. The night ended with Ramen noodles, card games, and shooting stars.



On Saturday, we loaded up the trucks and headed out to Lake Sebago, where we'd spend the next 24 hours camping. It wasn't our usual brand of camping -- each campsite was right up next to its neighbor, there were dozens of RVs, a playground, running-water bathrooms, and showers. Not exactly "roughing it". Despite the abundance of "conveniences", we made do with what we had, and had a pretty good time at that.


We got one more beautiful Maine sunset over Sebago. The moon was even brighter that night, complete with a rainbow moon dog as the clouds passed by.

The next morning we trudged home through rainy New England. It took more than eight hours to get home, due to slow traffic and construction. Not to mention a plethora of accidents along the way. Now, as I sit in my cubicle in water-logged NJ, I'm already thinking about my next trip back up North.